Sabr! E-Illahi !!!

Sense pervades... silence resonates... the within is amassed into confusion... the system ignites... the body it fights... resilience begins to administer, but doesn't always succeed. Some fights are fought, some battles lost, some victories stand hollow despite succeeding. Emotions at loss, pains that last, families are stricken yet standing. Generations mean nothing sometimes, all gets wiped out, and nothing remains... no one to even remember.Your battles with in, you fight fear, you wont let it creep in, but disease listens only to Allah, and to Him we must surrender. In hidden signs, lies the better good. In resilient faith stands the test of time. In patience hides real strength. All things Good or Bad in this lifetime are but for so long...Tomorrow, is but a breath away from not happening, and yet - Tomorrow is but a breath away from how we choose for it to become. It all depends on how we see it, and how much we are blessed to see. It all hangs in the balance of how much we open our hearts, minds, eyes, ears and souls to accept.

To Him we belong and to Him is our return. May it be smooth, may it be bountiful, with Right on our side through this ragged, jagged, mysterious journey. And while on this traipse, we beg: Sabr - E - Illahi !!!

To & Fro; Lo, Again We Go!

Constriction;
in your own mind
torrid friction

Concoction
of your own views
blatant affliction

Contention
of do's and don'ts
obsolete dictations

Correction
of your inner woes
bland distractions

Convention
of a norm outdated
beyond satisfaction

Exhaustion;
in your own mind
tossed reactions

May the Lost be Found!

Blatant disregard for another,

Be it mother, son, wife, or brother,

Sister? HAH!

Daughter saw little care

The one's who did

May Allah reward everyone's fair share

In his heart knows not man what lies

In the wake of his manners

Many a hearts do though cry

Massive stones have been turned

Perhaps one day this one shall too

Insha'Allah may Mercy be Granted

To patience abound that stands in lieu,

May the lost be Found

Before their time comes due,

May the lost be Found

Before their time comes due,

May the lost be Found

Before their time comes due...

... Ameen!

The Fear of Death/Acceptance of Life

Crossing over

such a cleaver to the head?

It's just a moment

When your breath comes to a final end...

... only to live on for sure.

Perhaps our real fear and worry

should lie in making haste

towards deeds that would allow us

to reach that aspired for shore!

... inshaAllah, Ameen!

Puppets

The bellowing twist that is embodied by you, is all empowering as it holds all that should be under your care and love, with tight hurting strings instead. Each string you seem to have intricately woven into a tight knot of control for every twitch and breath that may ever dare to escape them. The emotion and action that you seem to beguile your own with, seem to have swept away under an unseen rug of mystery all that is understanding or kind in a way desperately needed. No memory succeeds in remembering if they ever existed to begin with. The ever fair minded heart that beats with in one of yours, wishfully thinks that just may be perhaps all were missing an integral piece to your logic, but sense precedes over this naive hopeful heart's magnanimous yet deceived reasoning. When sense prevails, a buried memory can't help but remember how you once raped her soul of it's very breath and being, but she quickly tucks it back into the gloom of dark denied captivity where it best remain before a tsunami of inexplicable thoughts plunder an untrod zone that renders every sense that could be hoped for, into a numbed state of irrevocable shock. You, in your mistaken guise of King, remain failing in my eyes today when I see you lash, lash, and constantly clash with all who and that, that make sense; when most things around you seem to be turning to gloom; when fear's the dominant emotion super ceding care, respect, and love whilst in your company. Two wrongs don't make a right; I fail to convince her, for she has become far too embroiled in your controlling grasp and mostly functions to your loosening or tightening of the strings that you and only you command and control. Futile her own reason and wants become when you wish for her to perform to your precise whims and insanities. Voiceless she has become, voicing often as a result to a preoccupied audience mostly, having lost her voice of reason to your vociferous diatribes and verbose unpleasant insulting atrocities. Her heart, it still shines though. I fear for her luminescence, lest it tires and stops glistening. Your tightly strapped tactics that rampage and gorge uninhibitedly leave gaping holes in places where existed the heart and soul of those who wished to keep emotions and feelings alive. It is indeed worrisome, as to how long they will -each through their dreary worn out weathered to the end of their tethered existence- survive. The wail that silently lurks our halls, day in and out for some time now, is becoming louder and harder to keep out. Silence, her temporary refuge, can only stay resolute for so long. Perhaps if you ceased to exist, the others could? But when has the death of a dictator brought with it lasting peace? It would be only so long before unrest wakes up again. For now I think I will shut my door and block all its crevices again in order to return to my hole of subdued essential silence.

Alziemers:: Away From Yourself?

To not know yourself... to be unable to recognize the very one's who've always been there by your side... to be marooned inside a cavity no more familiar to yourself... to be unable to remember the most basic, but remember the most trivial, to be unable to remember the most poignant, yet remember the most random... to be lost in a space devoid of any voice... to be lost in a trance absent of images... to be alive and live by the side of such? to be alive yet agonizing with a life like such? to be helpless, helpless, helpless... to be helpless, helpless, helpless...




k. d. lang: Helpless, performed for the Movie, Away From Her. [Written by Neil Young]

	k.d. lang - Helpless PL t?umaczenie